Crazy Fantasy by Calamity SamStraight from the Brooklyn DIY scene, singer-songwriter Calamity Sam has come to Berlin to play some Rock’n’Roll – and to celebrate with us afterwards.

Get ready for songs that sound like 60s icon Roy Orbison got really into the Alternative Rock of Pavement. The New Yorker sings about the classic tale of good and evil, love and loss, but also metamorphosis and Russian paintings. His music can be heard on his mini-album “Crazy Fantasy” that was released in mid 2015 and was recorded with friends on bass, drums and electric guitar.

At the Fever Creek Intermezzo Calamity Sam will play solo. He opens the night with his catchy version of 60s Rock.

// Calamity Sam on Calamity Sam //

New York is a place of yearning for many musicians. When did you leave Brooklyn and why?

I moved to Berlin last summer. My girlfriend and I were walking in the graveyard where Harry Houdini is buried in Brooklyn.We start talking about how we could just go anywhere. “What’s stopping us? Let’s do it!” So we did. I wanted to go somewhere where English was not the official language, and I had previously been to Germany and loved it. So Berlin was the logical conclusion. Since then, I’ve really fallen in love with this city.

What is your musical background?

I’ve been in around 10 bands in Brooklyn. The last ones being The Regrets, Edith Pop, and DEVIN. Before that I fronted couple bands, but in my last year in Brooklyn I took a break from that. All of them are still active, they’re all amazing. You should listen to them!

A great influence of yours is Roy Orbison. What do admire about him?

What speaks to me about Roy Orbison is how he describes loneliness as a mysterious underworld. The drama of his music is that he’s never in the right reality. In “Blue Bayou” he pines for a past twilight world. In “In Dreams” he’s trapped in an unconcious world. He is a high priest of broken hearts, and there is secret knowledge encoded in his songs.

What are your future plans?

I don’t believe in making long term plans. My job is to write songs. Whether this brings me Uncle Dagobert style swimming pools of coins, or leaves me destitute and shamed, doesn’t change the task at hand.